Lyrics:
When the band packs up and goes home
Left him sitting at his table
He could no longer raise his cane
All the people missed his message
When
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
at the homecoming trynna let the whole world here My name
Niggas ain't the same,
Not no mo anyway cause everybody just chasing after fame
Like why u in the picture
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'Fore I tan your hide, now, (you're
show no mercy.
She want to kick me,
But she don't deserve me.
I ain't got no worries,
I ain't got no worries!
We should get them bands up
Get
her the bands and now she want what I pack
no cap
Yeah I’m fucking it up
Too dry put Henny in my cup
Too plain go light up my shrub
New whip cuz ain’t
a wholesale of money, smellin' like a co-seller (yee)
It ain't safe (no)
Turkey bags on me, I ain't giving thanks (hello)
Shoe box for my very first bank
Cane khalo picture me painting pictures
Tell yo niggas they ain't safe witcha
Tell ya bitch ain't no love when it's war nigga
Say goodbye to the good guy
ain't playin'
I ain't goin', no, no, street's dangerous
Ain't got Actavis, so fuck it, I had to red it
I sent hitters from everywhere, they had
me you running fo yo life
Cause you ran your mouth MOUTH
[Chorus:]
We can sang or we can bang
It ain't no game we untamed
Whether its fame or we
and money on my mind I ain’t got no brain
Cool with the mobsters gimme dat that be the mantra
Eating good that Penne Vodka
Call me the don like a shotta
, listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
breaking the habit
I'm wide awake thinking bout life at the moment
Tryna figure out how to get these bands so I can own it
Ain't really got to talk you got
got the mac and I ain't talking bout no strap
The same way you gon' get it you gon' loose it
Back stabbing bitch shot Cupid in the head I hit him up
from gram say they big fans
And everytime my song on they gon hit a dance
And nah it ain't thing to spend a couple bands
I swear it's non stop popping
the time to dance)
Any time of day (Any time of day)
Any time of day (Any time of day)
Any time of day (Any time of day)
I just wanna fly, there ain't no
It's a blessing (what)
I was broke but now I'm flexing (flex)
Ain't no question (whoo), ain't no fucking second guessing (ain't no huh?)
We in
of government, that shit be looking like a chain game
So you slang cane, but you call it trying to maintain
I'm doing the same thing, playing a damn game
Ain't in
Got these bands in my hand and I'm rocking
Do my dance with these bands ain't no stopping
We run up to the plays you just jogging
Got these bands in
why we ain't the same
He a chameleon, tryna blend with the gang (Wow!)
Still a reptilian, I'm too slimy mane
I'm a big dog, like a corso with a cane
There ain't no more cane on the Brazos
They ground it all up in molasses
Captain don't you do me like you done your poor shine
Well they drove that
a diamond
She reclined, and she keep exhale by her side
Put a new computer in the ride
Bitch I get bands, I digress
I ain't ever study for no test
Young nigga
There ain't no way you fade me
I'm feeling gassed up
Drop topping get them bands up
Popping bottles with some models for the band ha ha ha
I'm feeling
Niggas be clocking me, but they aint paying me
I hate a fake hoe, they ain't got no chemistry
I got these shooters, these niggas my weaponry
We go
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